Meathead Monologue

honey, your pain is so loud

i know, honey, i know you've been hurt.
the ache in your bones resonates through the air like sound waves.
i can hear the creaking cries of your body.
your heart tremors and i can feel the earth shake beneath my feet.
honey, i know.
i know it hurts, trust me, i do.
but what i can do for you doesn't matter much, when it's only an open pair of arms.
it's doesn't matter much when these bones of mine are weak too.
it doesn't matter much when i've been hurt too.
i've been hurt too.
but, honey, please let me comfort you.
please fall into my open and empty arms, make them full again.
if you listen close enough to my chest, press your ear hard against my skin.
you can hear my heart, whispering.
"i know you've been hurt."
and when those words you hear so often make you cry this once,
know that my arms will tighten.
know that my strength will consume you.
and the hurt will disappear for just a moment in time.
and my heart, then, will whisper:
"honey, you are so strong."
and this time, you will cry, but not because you are hurting.
because your weakness is dissipating.
because your weak and fragile bones that have been carved into with pain are strengthening and becoming bigger.
because your heart is finally learning to whisper back to mine.
when you choose to stay in my arms, by your choice alone, your heart learns.
your heart learns from the hurt and it whispers back.
"i have been waiting all my life for this."
and then, finally, your heart will begin to repair itself.

r.k.